As Emmett felt the impact of his axe, heard the sickening crunch of blade meeting flesh, he squeezed his eyes shut despite himself. He'd killed before, had to for farm work; knew what a cut felt and sounded like and what the eyes of death looked like, but this was rather more intense and he could not bring himself to watch the moment of climax.
He only opened his eyes when he noticed a weight on the end of his axe. He opened his eyes to see the Banshee's head still attached and jumped, immediately going to slide it off against the ground.
Panting, staring at the creatures head on the ground, he felt a little panicked, a little weird, but...proud, too. Excited to hear what Ronin had to say. A smile began to grow on his face, the knowledge that if he had the chance, he'd like to do this again.
Emmett
It burns too bright
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
